A klutz I am to
beat the bill,
A fall-down drunk,
no sip or swill.
My frame betrays me
without sign,
I cannot walk a
fine straight line.
Before you measure
out my mote,
Please know I have
a doctor’s note.
Alas, judge not by
hook or crook.
Things are not
always as they look.
Reserve your
ratings, formed in vain.
From diagnosis, do
abstain.
You cannot grasp
the way I walk,
Thus, I won’t bear
your idle talk.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from Child of
Manhattan, 1933
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